Within the shining keep situated in the center of the crevasse at the very center of Balin, a morose figure sat in a room high within the keep, looking out over the city. Rotan, once lively and animated, with his dark eyes that were once filled with a combination of curiosity, joy and amusement, was now an entirely different figure.
The healthy glow had left his olive skin, and it now looked papery thin, and his veins crossed his skin like writhing green snakes. Dark circles lay under his dull eyes, that stared lifelessly out of the broad window that revealed Balin.
Rotan could have easily been mistaken for a skeleton, and his figure disappeared within a heavy blanket.
